" Zev’s heart thumped wildly, and he somehow managed to
increase his speed, running faster than he’d ever previously managed.
Jonah was a big kid, almost as big as Zev. And he was strong. But
shifters were stronger than humans, even when wearing their human
skins. And with three of them surrounding Jonah, he didn’t stand a
chance. Hell, even very few shifters would manage to come out
victorious against those odds.
The sounds of fists hitting bodies intermingled with shouting
ratcheted Zev’s anxiety even higher. Just as he was about to turn the
corner, the noise stopped. That unexpected silence increased the fear
that racked Zev’s body to such high proportions that he thought he
might vomit.
“Get away from….”
Zev’s warning stuck in his throat as he finally managed to get
around the edge of the building to survey the scene in front of him.
Brian was lying on the ground, cradling his arm. A shifter who was two
years older than Zev was flat on his back with his eyes closed. The
third shifter who’d threatened Jonah was holding his nose, trying to
block the blood that poured out from between his fingers. And in the
center of the damage stood Jonah, his fists clenched, face sweaty, blond
hair disheveled, and expression fierce. "
― Cardeno C. , Wake Me Up Inside (Mates, #1)